The
next thing I know, Tara's pushing me backwards on to the
bed and without saying another word, she starts to
unfasten my pants, pulling them slowly down my legs, all
the while, smiling and cooing at me. At one time I
go to put my hands across my crotch area but Tara just
swats them away and says, "No No Baby Boy, you be a good
baby and let mommy get your little diapey on so you
don't make a yucky ole mess all over your nice little
beddie bye". She then pulls my tightie-whities
down to my ankles and just before she pulls them
completely off, she inspects them and smiles as she tugs
them the rest of the way off and tosses them in to a
pile on the floor with my pants.

I look up
at her, wearing just a shirt now, and as she looks back
at me, I turn my face away in embarrassment, laying on a
bed, naked in front of a foxy babe. She must have
noticed because she says, as she pats the inside of my
thigh, "Lift your butt Baby, oh, and Bobby, there's no
need to be embarrassed, I'm going to be seeing a lot of
your tush and your cute little pee-pee, from what I
remember my friends all saying, baby's get their diapers
changed all the time, at least, like 4 or 5 times a day,
plus I'll be giving you your daily baths every morning,
so we can get all of those nitie-nite stinkies off of
you, we don't want you smelling bad when we meet other
people, now do we?"

I looked
at her but was speechless, it's pretty hard to put up
any kind of a defense, considering the position I was
currently in! Tara then slid one of my diapers
under my butt and as I laid down on the soft padding, I
think I smiled a bit because Tara looked down at me and
smiled to. I thought that this was the most
awesome feeling in the world, feeling that soft padding
beneath my bottom, but when Tara brought the front of
the diaper up between my legs, tugging on it as she
draped it over my crotch, then pinning one side tightly,
I looked at her as she pulled the other diaper pin from
where it was pursed in her lips and when she tugged on
the other side, tightening the diaper nice and snug,
pinning that final pin in to place, I just thought to
myself, now this was the most awesome feeling ever.
Then Tara, almost as if she'd been doing it her whole
life, shook out my plastic pants, then threaded each leg
through the holes and as she pulled them up over my
legs, over my knees, she then held out both of her
hands, taking my hands, then helping me stand, with the
plastic pants just above my knees, and with a gentle
tug, she pulled the plastic pants up over my diaper,
making sure that the diaper was completely tucked in at
the waist and at the thighs.

As I
stood there, in just the diaper and shirt, Tara took a
couple steps back, looked at me, and said, "OK Baby Boy,
let's see if we can find some pants to slip on over your
diaper, we don't want you running around with your
little diapered butt hanging out for all to see, now do
we?"

Tara
started looking through my closet and came out with a
pair of sweat pants I usually wore when I jogged.

Tara: Here you
go Baby Boy, these look like they should fit over your
little dipper(as Tara had me hold on to her shoulders
as I stepped in to the pants and she pulled them up over
my diaper, as if she was dressing a toddler), There we
go, Hims is just a precious little baby now isn't him?
Now Bobby, before you say anything or ask any questions,
you and I are going back into the living room, we're
going to get another cup of coffee, and we're going to
discuss, your future, with me, and what I expect from
you from this day forward, Nod your head if you
understand?

I nodded
my head, humbly, and I knew, deep down inside, that if
this was indeed what I really wanted, then I needed to
listen to Tara and obey her, without question, and I
could only hope, she and I could keep this between us
and confine it to my house, or at worse, maybe even her
home on occasion.

Tara: Now Baby
Boy(as Tara hands me a cup of coffee, and with her
coffee in her hand, sits down next to me on the sofa),
Let's go over a few basic rules I have for you and some
of my expectations. To begin with, your diapers
and baby items are no longer your property, they are now
mine, to use, on you, when and where I want to.
Unless I put you in diapers, you are not to wear them,
for any reason, the first time I see or catch you in a
diaper that I, or someone else of my choosing didn't put
on you, then this whole affair is over with, and Bobby,
any and all video's and photo's I have of you,
dressed and being treated like a baby, will become
public domain on Face Book and any other online sites I
can think of.

I
started to say something but Tara just shh'ed me again
and said, she was not finished yet.

Tara: Effective as
of right now, other then when you're at work, which you
and I will be talking about later, you will for all
intent purposes be treated, and act like an 18 month old
baby. That means, I will dress you, change your
diapers, bath you, feed you, whatever I choose to feed
you, and basically make your every decision, as a little
person, because you're not capable of making safe and
wise decisions yourself, oh, and Bobby, if and when I
choose, I WILL START POTTY TRAINING YOU, but that's a
long way down the road, and to be truthful, I seriously
doubt you can handle being treated like a baby for as
long as it's going to take to get to where I can safely
potty train you!

So
just to kick this little scenario off right, we are both
going to sit here and chat until you need your diaper
changed, and just to make sure you wet your diaper like
a little baby, I'm going to keep giving you coffee, oh,
and Baby Boy, if you need to make poopies, that's ok
too, that's what little baby's do, and from now on,
you're no different then a little baby.

Tara
stands, sets her phone down on the coffee table in front
of me, then just before she goes in to the kitchen to
make another pot of coffee, she says, "That phone is for
you, you already have my password, if anything I've said
up to this point bothers you and you are having 2nd
thoughts about going through with this, use the phone to
delete the pictures, then I'll leave you and your
diapers be, but Bobby, this is the absolutely last
chance you have to back out, if when I get out of the
kitchen and have finished making another pot of coffee,
and the phone is still laying on the coffee table in
front of you, and you're not holding it in your hand, I
will then assume that everything is a go, and we will
continue onward with our newfound lifestyle and
relationship, with you as a baby and me as your
mommy..........

To Be
Continued..........

"
Caught by a Female Security Guard "

CHAPTER 6

By BooBooBritches

Tara
had been in the kitchen about five minutes when she
walked back in to the living room, and the look on her
face was one of utter disappointment when she saw me
holding her phone. She just feigned a little smile
and said, "So, it appears that my offer to you was
either not appealing enough or perhaps you just don't
fine me attractive, either way Bob, I'm sorry this
couldn't work out, I had so looked forward to having my
very own little baby to take care of and nurture."

I
looked at her and as I handed her phone back to her I
smiled and said, "I didn't delete anything or even use
your password, I was just being a gentleman and handing
you your phone back to you. I'm very interested
and excited about your proposition and I know I would be
a fool to pass up on such a chance to actually get to
fulfill my lifelong fantasy, it's just, well, to be
honest with you, it scares the hell out of me, I mean, I
want this so badly, but yet, the idea of giving up my
adult life, in it's entirety, just terrifies me".

The next
thing I knew, Tara sat next to me, gave me the biggest
hug and tightest squeeze ever and said, "To begin with
"Baby Boy", don't ever be scared of anything that could
happen to you with me here, I'd never let anything bad
happen to you, and second of all(she said this
laughingly), I doubt it would scare the hell out of you,
it might scare the piss or shit out of you, but then
that would be ok, you've got a diaper on and that's what
it's for, so if that is the case, you just go ahead and
pee and crap your little baby brains out."

I just
looked at her, sitting there laughing, and I knew, right
then and there, I had made the right decision by
trusting this lovely lady and I anxiously awaited and
looked forward to our future together. We sat
there for about an hour just chatting, about nothing in
particular, when I felt the coffee I had been drinking
all night starting to put pressure on my bladder, and I
must have wriggled or something because Tara stopped
talking, looked at me and said, "Baby Boy, our first
rule of this little scenario you and I are about to
partake in, is, if you have to go potty, be it number
one or number two, there is no holding it back, no
matter where we are or who we're with, you have to just
let it go like a little baby would, without any
hesitation or thoughts about it."

She then
stood up, grabbed both our coffee cups, went in to the
kitchen and soon returned with both cups refilled,
looked at me and said, "Baby Boy, did you go potty, are
you wet and need mommy to change you"? She sat the
cups down, sat next to me and without hesitation, stuck
two fingers down the front of my diaper then said, "Hims
such a good baby, him still has a dry didy". She
then sat back, smiled and said, "OK Baby Boy, I think
it's time we went over a few basic rules if you're going
to be my baby, oh, and by the way, you've had your last
chance to back out, there's no backing out now, if you
decide to stop our little affair now, it will be at the
cost of ALL of your pictures going public, now, just sit
there and listen to how it's going to be from here on in
for you."

Once
again I felt that dreaded trepidation I had felt earlier
but knew there would be no turning back now and whatever
the rules Tara decided to come up with, I would have no
choice but to abide by them and could only hope they
would not involve any outside involvement, both
physically and mentally.

Since you
already know my first rule, which I will remind you of
along with the rest of the rules when I present a
written copy for you to sign, sort of a contract if you
prefer. It's gonna read something like this.

Rule One: If
you have to pee or poop, you will do it in your diaper
regardless of where we are or who we're with, just like
a baby, and under no circumstances will you attempt to
hold it in!

Rule Two:
Apparently you must have already figured this out, you
will be kept in diapers, just like a baby, twenty-four
hours a day, seven days a week, unless I allow you out
of them, like maybe, sometimes for work, maybe?

Rule Three: If
for even one minute I think you're holding it in and not
using your diapers like a baby, I will not hesitate to
give you both oral and other unmentionable ways, of
diuretics, laxatives and if need be, suppositories and
enemas, and Baby Boy, if I have to give you a
suppository or an enema because you're not pooping your
diapers the way I think a baby should be, I'll make damn
sure to give it to you just before taking you out!

Rule Four: You
are not to remove your diaper, at any time, for any
reason. Your diapers will only come off if you're
being changed or given a bath, or I feel you need a
little air time for your bottom if you have a diaper
rash, and Baby Boy, only I will decide who bathes you or
changes your diapers if I can't get to it!

Rule Five: You
will be treated like a baby in every way possible, and
in turn, you will act like a baby, in every way
possible. If you don't know how, we'll read some books
together and worse case scenario, I can get my
girlfriends to bring their babies over for a play date
with you so you can learn how to act by watching them
and the girls can also give me clues and advice
about infant and toddler care!

Rule Six: It
should be apparent to you that there will be times when
other people, namely, my girlfriends, will be seeing you
in diapers and being treated like a baby, Bobby, at no
time will I ever try to hide the fact that you're in
diapers and you use them for their intended purposes, or
that you're basically no more then one of their little
babies, and if one of them sense that you might be in
need of a dry or clean diaper, you will let them do what
they need to do, even if it includes sticking a finger
down the front of your diaper to see if you're wet or
peeking down the back or in the sides of your diaper to
see if you're messy and poopy, and one of my friends
just loves to turn a baby over her knee and sniff their
bottom to see if they pooped. OH MY GOD BOBBY, If
she does that to you I am going to absolutely lose it,
that is going to be so damn cute and funny(Ha Ha Ha).

Rule
Seven: Obviously I won't be able to watch you all of
the time so there will be times when I will either take
you out of diapers so you can be an adult for awhile, or
if you've been misbehaving, I'll just go ahead and get
you a babysitter to take care of all of your infantile
needs while I'm out or at work!

Rule Eight:
While we're on the subject of work, I'll let you keep
working, for now, but keep this in mind, if for one
second I think you're looking at another girl or pussy
footing around on me at your job, your job will end
immediately and you will become my permanent, full time
baby. Oh yea, I forgot to tell you Bobby, this job
I have here as a security guard, is only because my
mother makes me work here so I can understand what it's
like to have to earn my own spending money. My
mother owns this complex, lock, stock and barrel, my
father passed away a couple years back and left it to
her, so you see Bobby, not only do I don't have to work,
but if I decide it, neither do you, and mother will
support me in anything I ask for, guess you could say,
I'm a bit spoiled and now I'm looking for a baby of my
own to spoil. Mother would never forgive me if I
got pregnant, but if I came home with you, she'd just
smile and tell me, you brought him home, you take care
of him!

I sat
there, stunned at what I just heard, and I knew,
regardless of what the rest of the rules were, there was
no turning back for me, I was now trapped, for better or
for worse, and I could only hope, that it would be for
better as I felt the front of my diaper getting
warm.......................